Images and poem by Oleg Yuzefpolsky
Definite and Infinite
there is something infinite in the way clouds touch
mountains
there is something definite in the way mystery rains
destiny
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Revelation
To see in light is passion,
to see in dark is revelation.
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AllOne
Morning sun was gentle, a fresh light breeze from the mountains, i sat on the bench…
Seeing that single fabric everything is stitched from.
